Salvation: The evil left my house

CATEGOLY: Family
DATE OF EVENT: 1992

The evil was the all time champion of the most wanted to kill person by far from everyone else.

The evil was five years older than I am. That means when I was three the evil was eight. There was no way I could beat up the evil, or fight back the evil. Only thing I could was being the evil's slave.

One day the evil asked me to bring newspaper from outside post. Of course I resisted, and next thing happened was the evil hitting my stomach. One day I was watching TV, the evil came into the living room and changed TV channel without asking, so the other day, I changed channel when the evil was watching TV, the evil beat me up. One day, I brought my friend just to hand out a thing to him, but that day, my mom told me not to invite any friends to play inside the house. I thought it was ok to bring my friend just for a few minutes, but when the evil saw my friend, immediately, the evil kicked my pretty face. I can go on and on and on. I have zillions of stories like these.

There are two things I learned. One: Whether it hurt or not, I just cried when the evil hit me. That satisfied the evil's desire. Two: Don't talk to the evil. Don't go close to the evil. So I avoided the evil as much as I could, and I hardly ever talked to the evil unless the evil said something to me. I wonder if the evil dies, will I cry? I don't think I will. I cannot imagine me crying for the evil at the evil's funeral, but I can imagine me spitting on the evil's coffin.